Josh and I walk through the gallery arm in arm. I look over at him and smile. How can something so simple feel so right? He has a bounce in his step and his eyes are sparkling. I haven't seen him this happy in a long time. For a second I am stunned- being with me makes him happy. Tears actually spring to my eyes. I make him happy.
He looks over at me and stops instantly.
"What's wrong?!"
"Nothing. Really." I grin. " These are happy tears."
"You're such a girl." Josh laughs at me.
We walk into the license-agent's office a few minutes early and take a seat. Josh hands me the form and I fill in the last few blanks. While we wait he starts talking about our wedding. He's bouncing in his seat again. He really is enjoying this.
"So- you know we can't both get ready in the room. . . .I can't see you in your dress . . ."
I laugh again and say, "I'm really surprised at how traditional you are being about this."
"Actually", he says, "we can't both get ready in the room because I'm afraid that if I see you in a wedding dress with a bed anywhere near by, we'll never make it to the ceremony." The intense look in his eye tells me not only that he's right, but that its really a shame we aren't in a room with a bed right now.
"I made an appointment at the spa for you. You know . . . all the girly stuff. You can get ready there. A wedding coordinator will make sure you get to the spot for the ceremony on time."
Now I really start to laugh. "Are you really going to try to convince me that I'm the one that's going to find it hard to be on time?"